The eye altering, alters all.
William BlakeO Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Mots clés innocence virtue corruption destruction sickness seduction rose worm innocence-lost
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
What the hammer? What the Chains?
In what furnace was thy brain?
Where the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
Mots clés inspirational animal-welfare
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when
I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent
Mots clés solitude
Without Contraries is no Progression.
William BlakeIn a wife I would desire / What in whores is always found / The lineaments of gratified desire.
William BlakeHe who replies to words of doubt
doth put the light of knowledge out.
Mots clés science doubt knowledge
The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration
William BlakeMots clés humor art snark blake reynolds art-feuds
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